In Beijing, Xidan, inside a clothing store, Chen Zhengyue and his workers are working in full swing.

Many people didn't notice Jiang Xiaobai when he entered the store. Even if they did, they just nodded with a smile and continued to work.

Jiang Xiaobai is not only their employer, but also their noble person.

The walls in the store have been completely whitewashed, and the required wires have been run in the wall according to Jiang Xiaobai's request, instead of being exposed wires.

Large fitting mirrors are mounted on the pillars in the center of the store, and the four walls are inlaid with large fitting mirrors. The fitting rooms against the walls have been separated by wooden boards and sprayed with dark paint.

The stairs to the second floor have not been paved with floor tiles, which seems to affect the overall image, but the stair handrails have been replaced.

Going up to the second floor, one wall was also opened by Jiang Xiaobai and replaced with glass.

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, although there are no sofas or anything like that, a seating area has been reserved.

"Brother Song, we can start recruiting waiters. The internship period is two months, a basic salary of 15 yuan a month, and an 8% commission for selling a piece of clothing. After becoming a full-time employee, the basic salary is 20 yuan a month, and you can sell a piece of clothing.

10% commission.”

"Commission?" Song Weiguo asked in confusion. Although the Educated Youth Cannery Factory had already implemented piece-rate wages, he had not thought of commission for the moment.

"Well, if you give commissions, the waiters do sales work. If you give commissions, if you want to earn more, you have to sell more. Otherwise, if you want to recruit waiters in state-owned shopping malls, why would you want to fight with customers?"

Jiang Xiaobai nodded and said, waving to Zhou Guomin on the side.

Zhou Guomin ran over quickly.

"You and Brother Zhou can handle this matter. You can find the street appropriately. We can also solve the employment pressure for the street. Let's see if we can get some benefits."

Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile.

"Then what kind of people should we recruit?" Song Weiguo continued to ask.

"There is no limit to male or female, be able to speak well, be between 18 and 25 years old, be good-looking and have a good figure..."

Song Weiguo and Zhou Guomin were stunned when they heard Jiang Xiaobai's request.

There is no restriction on male or female, and being able to speak eloquently is a serious requirement.

But what the hell are handsome men and beautiful women aged 18 to 25? And they also have a good figure.

"No, Xiaobai, your request is too inappropriate."

Song Weiguo thought Jiang Xiaobai was joking.

"I don't know if the request is serious or not, you have to ask for it, but I am serious.

Between the ages of 18 and 25, you are at the right age for not having a family, you have plenty of working hours, not many things to do, and you are in good mental and physical condition.

As for handsome men and beauties, not to mention good figures, although I am not doing a beauty pageant, you can put yourself in another person’s shoes and think about it, is it better for a pretty lady waiter to entertain you, or an ugly one to entertain you?”

Song Weiguo and Zhou Guomin were stunned for a moment. After thinking about it carefully, they found that what Jiang Xiaobai said actually made some sense.

There is no way, people are willing to appreciate beautiful things, whether it is appearance or soul, but the few minutes that customers enter the store obviously do not have enough time to understand the soul deeply.

The first thing you see is the appearance.

"We need to hurry up on this matter. After recruiting people, they need to be trained for a period of time before they can take up the job. I hope it can be just right and coincide with the opening time of our store."

"Okay," Song Weiguo nodded. He was convinced by Jiang Xiaobai and agreed.

"We still need to put the waiters in uniforms. I will give you the design drawings later, and you can order a set of clothes from the Beijing Garment Factory."

Jiang Xiaobai said that if he arranged for his garment factory to make clothes at this time, it would obviously be too late to make the trip, which would waste time.

"In addition, let the clothing factory hurry up and prepare the clothes for delivery. Don't open the store if the clothes can't arrive, then the joke will be big."

"Don't worry, Xiaobai, it won't happen." Song Weiguo assured him, patting his chest. Before he came, the clothing factory had already gone into full production of the clothes designed by Jiang Xiaobai.

Jiang Xiaobai nodded and didn't say much. He felt relieved that Rongwei was doing the job of protecting his forehead.

"The model is back?" Jiang Xiaobai asked.

"I got it back and put it in the factory warehouse. It's just an old one." Song Weiguo said.

"It's okay if it's old. Just try to clean it. It will look clean and there are no missing arms or legs," Jiang Xiaobai nodded and said.

"And what about the lamp? Have you found the one I mentioned?"

"I found it. I've also found someone to fix it including the clothing racks according to your requirements."

Jiang Xiaobai asked in detail, this Jiang Xiaobai clothing flagship store is the epitome of his hard work.

And he also wanted to lay the foundation for the next flagship store, so he tried his best to get the most perfect one at this stage.

Early the next morning, Jiang Xiaobai and Song Weiguo arrived at the ceramic tile factory on the outskirts of Beijing.

The director of the ceramic tile factory saw Song Weiguo as if he saw a savior. It is really difficult to sell ceramic tiles now.

Although they are a state-owned factory, they are not responsible for their own profits and losses. Their wages are allocated by the authorities, but the factory's welfare is not allocated by the authorities.

Whether there are benefits in the factory is an important factor in measuring whether a factory manager is successful and whether he can speak well in the factory.

"This is our factory director Jiang Xiaobai." Song Weiguo introduced to Director Li of the ceramic tile factory.

"Director Jiang, you are really young and promising, young and promising."

Director Li looked at Song Weiguo acting like he was headed by Jiang Xiaobai, and then heard Song Weiguo introduce Jiang Xiaobai as the director of the factory. He was stunned for a moment before continuing.

For such a young factory director, Director Li muttered to himself, and then looked at his slightly fat figure and somewhat bald hairline.

Factory Director Li, who was already 40 years old, felt a little emotional, but for a moment he thought that Jiang Xiaobai was just the director of a township enterprise.

But he was the factory director in Beijing, and he immediately regained his inner balance.

However, because he still wanted to sell the tiles to Jiang Xiaobai, he kept his attitude low. After all, there were other tile factories in Beijing.

But the only buyer was Jiang Xiaobai.

Jiang Xiaobai didn't pay too much courtesy to Director Li. After saying hello, he directly asked Director Li to take him to the factory warehouse to pick tiles.

After all, I skipped school today and had to go back quickly after picking out the tiles.

Otherwise, it would be bad if Professor Zhang gets mad and fails the course.

Soon, Jiang Xiaobai picked out an ordinary white floor tile.

After some haggling, Jiang Xiaobai got the tiles at a super low price, and Jiang Xiaobai also killed Factory Director Li.

Then I went out and rode my bicycle quickly toward the Normal University.
Chapter completed!